Food, housing, love, and poop clean up were all provided by me in an effort to give them a good home.
After working years in Human Resources, I also understand the meaning behind the Americans with Disabilities Act.
I stand and applaud the many organizations and their volunteers who work with service animals which are defined as dogs who are individually trained to do work or perform tasks for individuals with physical or mental disabilities.
It seems I can’t go anywhere where I don’t see a support animal riding in a child seat or a baby carriage, sitting at the next table in a restaurant, riding in the driver’s seat of a car as it speeds down the highway, or being carried around like a baby.
Maybe it is just me, but I like my restaurant food and groceries without dog hair and other things left behind by a pet that was intended to walk on its own four feet, hunt for food, clean itself, and live at home. I also don’t want to sit down on a plane and find out that my seat mate is a boa constrictor.
When did we become so traumatized by daily life that we have to take our pets with us as we go about our errands? I don’t know the answer, but it certainly concerns me. I think it may be a bigger issue for society than we think.
By the way, if you are planning a trip and just can’t leave your miniature horse at home, check out American and Jet Blue.
However, you won’t see Zinnia and I out and about at the post office, bank or library.
Nor will I be boarding a plane with her, although I know you’d like to make her acquaintance because she is a sweetie.
Happy 4th of July week – have fun, stay safe, and if you’re in this part of the country, stay cool. 😎